Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
The Evens,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Sun City Girls,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Hoover,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.